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Sipping Whiskey Neat

Sipping Whiskey Neat


r.douglas
r.douglas
Sipping Whiskey Neat

This dour hour
That comeuppance
Before a cocktail
And the pale mooning,
Auto-tuning, daily noting
Of the Sun’s Swan song

But- I no longer sing along
Long ago-
Having lost the key.
a high-C
I imagine,
looking down
and belting back
the very first pour
of the evening

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  • Ron.
    Ron.

    Cuervo, please. Straight up. Double (at least).

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    • r.douglas
      r.douglas

      a double it be.

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  • Bill
    Bill

    That one just feels so good. It’s aw-right.

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    • r.douglas
      r.douglas

      tis is… and thanks

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